Media Rachel Johnson’s diary: Paul Dacre’s “nasty paper” and dancing with the Jezziah Corbyn’s biggest cheer was when he promised music lessons for primary kids. The Second Coming it wasn’t. By Rachel Johnson
Rachel Johnson’s Diary: Moggmania and naked waiters You're never more than a few feet from a Johnson. By Rachel Johnson
Growing a beard for Trump, hoping for George Clooney… and the great Brexit divorce Every hack in town wrote accounts of the attack on Westminster, but I was intrepidly lunching a mile away… By Rachel Johnson
After Strictly, I’d love to see Ed Balls start a new political party My week, from babbling at Michael Gove to chatting Botox with Ed Balls and a trip to Stroke City. By Rachel Johnson
My Corbynite mother, Boris abuse, and talking horse sex with Jilly Cooper In England, lit fests thrive, as Auberon Waugh once put it, because writers hate writing and readers hate reading. By Rachel Johnson